Ever since I saw Missy Higgins in concert, I’ve been almost obsessed with her hair. I really want my hair to look that effortlessly casual. I thought I had it almost looking right until I was shown a recent photo of Billy Ray Cyrus and found my hair style looked more like his than it did hers. Now some will argue that it’s his fault for having such a girly hair do (sorry Billy but you need a new hair stylist), but I really could not cope with the idea that I could photoshop my face into his hair or vice versa and we would look the same. I suppose it could have been worse….I could have had the same style cut as he did in his “Achy Breaky Heart” days but still, it is bad enough!
So a couple of visits to the hairdresser later, I’ve finally shed the Billy Ray look. Unfortunately, I don’t have the Missy Higgins look happening either. Once I’d explained to my hairdresser exactly what I was after and showed her a few photos, it turns out my hair isn’t the kind that will support a Missy type style. I have plenty of hair but it is too fine and whispy to accommodate those kind of finger waves….at least if I want to avoid looking like the “stuck my finger in a powerpoint” look of Albert Einstein. 
I’m not a big fan of photos of me on here so this is a close you will get of a shot of my new do. What a Meez of your own?? Then go grab one! 
August 23rd, 2008 | Category: Ramblings | 
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Some cats are just like children. They don’t have an off button, they insist on talking at the top of their lungs ALL the time and want to play whenever you just want to sleep. Mojo is definitely one of those cats and after spending just about all of my days off being a right proper nutter, he’s finally decided that a sleep is in order. The birds are rather thankful too….because now they can be heard without competing with his yawling.
August 17th, 2008 | Category: 52 Blessings, Cats | Print This Post
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It’s coming up to the second week of August and all I’ve been hearing for the last few weeks is “OMG it is so cold today, I’m so freezing!” More often than not, it’s coming from Queenslanders as well. I genuinely feel for the folks south of the border because with day time highs of a balmy 8 deg C, that is pretty cold. But I find it very hard to be sympathetic towards my fellow south-east Queenslanders gadding about in shorts and t-shirts, griping about the cold. Granted, it is a bit cold for August in Brisbane but in the end, our day time temps are still above 10 deg C for the most part.
Now this photo is of a cold place. I took it in Te Anau in 2004 in mid-August. It snowed down to sea level on the South Island of New Zealand, coinciding with our departure from Dunedin to Te Anau. Having never seen or felt snow before, I thought it was pretty awesome! And to be honest, I still do because it is a novelty for me. But the next morning when we were due to go to Milford Sound and the road was completely blocked due to an avalanche, I started to feel just a little bit over it. We waited the day out and hoped to go the next day but no such luck. It wasn’t until we were almost about to leave Queenstown (3 days later) that the road was finally clear. By that time of course, our time in New Zealand was drawing to a close.
I love the snow but I’m very thankful that I don’t have to live or plan my life around it. I’m very grateful to live in Queensland where the winters are very mild and we can generally conduct business as usual. So to my fellow Queenslanders moaning about the cold - go put something warmer on and consider yourself lucky that you can still get out your door in the morning and not have to shovel a foot of snow out of the way to do so.
August 10th, 2008 | Category: 52 Blessings, Cats | Print This Post
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I have decided to make it my mission to eradicate my household entirely of plastic bags. I wish I could say that I have completely altruistic reasons for doing so but the truth is that I am really starting to hate them for only one reason.
A certain moggie who revels in chewing and ripping apart plastic bags all in an effort to wake me up and do her bidding!
ARGH! I don’t know what it is about that crinkly sound the plastic makes when she’s ripping it apart but it drives me spare. And I think she knows it all too well because as soon as I stop what I’m doing, all of a sudden it’s like “oh cool, you can give me food now, you’re up anyway”. She does the same to cardboard and paper too but for some reason I can happily ignore that because it’s probably just a bill and honestly, who gives a rats about those.
August 8th, 2008 | Category: Cats | Print This Post
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A while ago, our recliners went to lounge suite heaven in the sky. Whether it was a sign of poor workmanship or overuse, we’re not entirely sure. In any case, considering the fabric pattern wasn’t exactly to my taste, I wasn’t really sorry to send them off to the tip in the back of a borrowed trailer.
Before we got rid of them, my other half and I had a discussion as to what to replace them with. My initial thought was nothing - after all, we still had a perfectly good three seater sofa. But as my other half quite rightly pointed out, I often monopolise the sofa by lying on it. Given Mojo’s tendancy to give the lounge a fair hiding with his claws, we were reluctant to buy a new lounge suite. We have cat scratchers galore around the place which he uses in our presence….however the evidence suggests that he goes to town on the lounge when we’re not home.
My other half suggested the relatively inexpensive option of getting a couple of beanbags instead. They are comfy, easily moved and if/when we get another lounge suite, they could easily be used elsewhere. Of course, I had visions of coming home to polystyrene balls strewn randomly throughout the house. But he was not to be disuaded and so we opted to get the beanbags anyway with the added reassurance that liners were available to contain the beans within the bag in case of any accidents.
We’ve had them for a couple of months now and so far, so good. Mojo hasn’t scratched them and in fact shows little interest in them at all, unless there happens to be a lap to hop on and have a snuggle. Rosie on the other hand is a bean bag demon. She loves them! She will spend hours kneading the bean bag, getting into just that right spot. And once she’s nice and settled, there is absolutely no shifting her - short of a bribe of salmon or rump steak of course.
August 4th, 2008 | Category: Cats | Print This Post
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When my other half suggested getting some dwarf fruit trees for our backyard, I have to admit I was more than a little dubious. While I can adequately keep native or drought tolerant plants alive and well, I’ve had little success with growing produce. I thought I would do okay with herbs but despite planting a plethora of them in the rock wall out the front of our house, only the rosemary, oregano and chives have thrived over the years. The rest struggled along for a time and then just turned up their roots and died.
We had similar lack of success with vegetables - except of course the tomatoes that quickly took over the entire veggie plot and then died back themselves. The veggie garden has long been abandoned in favour of a garden bed for more natives. But I think that the fruit trees might just do okay with our style of gardening. We must be doing something right - the bees have shown up and the plant is flowering. So if the powers that be will it, we should have a lovely bunch of lemons, mandarines and stone fruit to show for our troubles next year. Fingers crossed!
August 3rd, 2008 | Category: 52 Blessings, Home and Lifestyle | Print This Post
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